Dancing in the Rain

Dancing in the Rain On a sultry summer Sunday With the breeze hushed all on the way A young man just in his mid age Wearied to leaf his books` pages Strode for a rumble in a park Before bells tolled the six hours` mark. Half an hour of reclusive stroll Restored peace to his lonely soul And raised his jaded spirit high; Yet casting his glance at the sky He eyed dark clouds veiling the sun Far away in the horizon. It started to rain gently first, Then in torrents to quench earth`s thirst; The park offered no shelter free But for a gigantic oak tree Where the young man repaired with haste Not to be drenched with much disgrace. Soon a distant bell chimed six times, A shy full moon with timid shines, Draped with the clouds, made a grim smile And a chic crow croaked with a guile. Lo! The man seemed to hear a groan More akin to a nearby moan. From where such a moan could gush out Wondered the man with grains of doubt! Turning round, he was wonderstruck To spot a lovely lass as such All dressed in perfect snowy white Standing erect by the tree site. “What interest has brought you here?” The man ventured to ask with fear. “The same interest as you friend,” Was the lady`s rely at hand. Intrigued, the man to probe did dare: “Where do you reside lady fair?” “I dwell on this gigantic tree,” Responded the lady carefree. Instantly she stepped in the rain Started to dance as free from chain Chanting with air a lyric song That she did like and she did long: “Let`s dance in the rain, in the rain Come and be my twain, be my twain Let us not worry, not worry Let us be free, let us be free Life is not vain, life is not vain, Let`s dance in the rain, in the rain”. At the sight of the lady`s toes Not on ground, but hanging as crows, The young man shuddered with fierce fright, Much to the lady`s grim delight, And took to his heel in the rain Pledging the tree not to regain.